Black Friday

Our Father

which art in Heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

For thy kingdom come,

thy will be done

in Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day

our daily bread,

and forgive us our debts,

as we forgive our debtors.

Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

the power and the glory

forever.

Amen.

I'd like you

to have my notes and records.

Of all the newspapers,

yours was the only one

which was fair to me.

Thanks, Doctor.

Friday the 13th.

This morning my old friend,

George Kingsley,

was conducting his class

at the University

of Newcastle...

And in 1547

Sir Joshua Peachtree wrote:

"Thou who breakest glass

will find

"Fate can be,

oh, most unkind

"Under ladder walkest thee,

most unlucky thou wilt be

"Each dread Friday

do take care

Else thou fallest

down the stair. "

And with that little epic,

Sir Joshua proved

that he was a poet

of the first rank.

In fact, I should say, he

possibly was the rankest poet

that England ever turned out.

Just a moment, please.

Just a moment.

This being

the end of the semester,

I have an announcement

to make

that I'm sure will give you

a great deal of pleasure,

although I myself

am sorry to tell you

that I may not be with you

next term.

Today I must leave

to appear before the

inquisitional board of regents

of a very large university

in the east.

Very large university indeed.

How many the dunce

that has been sent to Rome,

excels the dunce

that must stay at home.

I sincerely hope

the board does not like me.

I'll try and be back

next term.

Oh, my umbrella.

Dr. Kingsley.

Yes, dear.

I wish you the best of luck, but...

Thank you.

We hope to see you

next semester, Doctor.

Hurry, Professor. Dad will be

waiting to take us to the station.

Have a good trip, Professor.

Hurry back.

Thank you very much.

Professor.

Yes, John.

English won't seem

the same without you.

Well, that's very nice of you.

Come on, Professor.

You know, Jean,

I'm going to miss all this.

But most of all,

I'm going to miss your father.

A brilliant man, Jean.

It distresses me

to think that

such a great brain surgeon

should be so utterly wasted

in Newcastle.

Newcastle is a very welcome

port in a very bad storm.

Why, if it hadn't

been for you, Professor,

I don't know

what we'd have done.

Well, Margaret, you don't know how

sorry I am to see you and George leave.

You've befriended Jean and me in so

many ways since we came to live here.

We're going to

miss you too, Ern.

Thank you.

Here they are.

Hello, darling.

Hello, Margaret.

If I could only drive, I'd

never impose on you like this.

It's a pleasure, George.

Rather a mixed one,

you know.

We hate to see you go.

Hello, Dad.

Oh, I knew

I'd forgotten something.

As usual. What now?

Ernest, would you mind

stopping

at the student's

cleaning shop?

My one and only hat

is there.

And a professor must have

dignity when he goes to the city.

Here we are, George.

Dr. George, we're here.

George, hurry

or we'll miss the train.

Professor, don't let them sell

you one of those fancy feathers.

I won't, Jean, I won't.

And George.

George. George?

Yes, dear.

Now watch the traffic.

Be careful.

Yes, darling. Don't worry.

Careful now, please.

Mr. Red Cannon now belongs

to the history of crime.

Past tense.

What about our dough?

We ain't got it yet.

Yeah. How about it?

Mr. Devore, it would have been

poor business to kill Red,

unless I knew

how to locate the money.

Turn back to the city.

Ernest.

He's going to be all right,

my dear.

Now, you go home with Jean

and I'll call you later.

We'll be waiting, Dad.

Come, Margaret.

Ambulance, huh?

Uh-huh.

Some men were shooting

at you. Who were they?

Just a few of my pals.

How bad am I hurt?

Few minor cuts on the scalp.

That's all.

Any pain?

No, not much.

Who's the other customer?

The man you ran down.

He's dying.

Softy, huh?

Did those guys get away?

Yes.

Then pull the bell cord of this

bus. This is where I get off.

I'm goin' rat-killin'.

Hey, I'm tied down.

What is this? A pinch?

Turn that thing off.

I can't stand it.

It's driving me crazy!

It's no use, Sovac.

Kingsley has compound frontal

and parietal fracture

and severe concussion

of the cerebrum.

Just a matter of hours,

or minutes.

Pulse 65. He's in a coma.

All right, Nurse.

You can go. I'll stay.

What's the matter with me,

Doc?

Thanks.

What's the matter with me,

Doc?

I can't feel nothing.

My legs are there,

but I can't feel 'em.

Your spine is broken.

You're paralyzed.

Well, pull me through,

Doc, will you?

Pull me through

and I'll pay you anything.

The only possible way

to save George Kingsley's life

is by a brain transplantation,

an operation I performed

successfully on animals.

This is a dangerous

and illegal operation,

but a chance to make

a great scientific discovery,

and perhaps save

my friend's life.

Ern, how long

will his head be bandaged?

Oh, not long now.

Dr. Sovac.

Yes?

Two gentlemen want to see you.

Who are they?

They are detectives,

I believe.

I'll see them.

Excuse me, please.

I'll be right back, George.

A miraculous recovery,

Mrs. Kingsley.

Amazing.

It's Cannon, all right.

Well, Doctor, the head

injuries cause death?

And many complications.

His spine was broken.

We did all we could for him.

Don't feel badly about it,

Doctor. He wasn't worth it.

He had nothing but the

electric chair to live for.

Did he say anything

before he died?

About money,

for instance?

Not that I know of.

Thanks, Doctor.

$500,000.

With that money I could

build my own laboratory

and continue

with my experiments.

Kingsley is convalescing

and seems to show

some of Red Cannon's traits.

Does the Cannon brain

in Kingsley's head

retain the knowledge

of the hidden money?

I've been waiting

to see you, Ernest.

I'm worried about George.

He just doesn't seem himself.

Why, he's getting stronger

every day, isn't he?

Physically, yes.

But his mental condition

doesn't seem right.

He's irritable.

Flies into a rage

for no reason at all.

That isn't like George.

No, it isn't.

He has been acting strangely,

lately.

I don't think I'd be too alarmed

about it though, if I were you.

Well, I hope you're right.

I think so.

You're late today, Ernest.

Come and sit down

and talk to me.

I'm feeling very low.

Will you have some tea?

No, thanks.

The trouble with you is,

you're feeling too well.

Too well?

I used to think that a

long period of convalescence

would be like

an ocean voyage.

That I'd have a chance to

read all the books I want to,

that I haven't time to,

ordinarily.

But nothing

seems to interest me.

A boring period,

convalescence.

Yes, indeed it is.

I'm afraid I've got to go to

New York for a few days, George.

You've got to...

Yes, a little business

for the hospital.

Well, that's nice, I must say.

What am I going to do

for companionship?

Well, why not come with me?

Come with you?

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